That lingering tingle

That walk to the basement full of anticipation, excitement and fear. Time alone being so precious sometimes correction and play must be rolled into one. The time spent down there bittersweet and ending too soon but the sensations, they linger.

Tingling remains on the cheek where he slapped harder than one thought he would. A hard limit of his washed away by his understanding of his slave.

Her bottom on fire from the paddling he administered with resolve. A paddling not initially taken gracefully but one we got through together thru his patience, persistence and calming demeanor.

The dull ache of the most sensitive areas that he pinched, twisted and possessed as he filled his property.

The pull at her heart as she calms at his feet, staring up at those beautiful eyes. He lovingly strokes the side of her face he reddened not so long ago. "Your such a good girl, I am so proud of you" he whispers as he lifts her up to hold her in his arms.

He brings her to bed, spooning her lovingly and wrapping his body protectively around her. His kisses like passing butterfly wings brushing against her softly until it is time to reluctantly depart.

Leaving her giddy while the tingling lingers and she longs for the nights when they will drift off together.